“The Self is here and now, it is the only Reality. There is nothing else.”

Grace is always present. You imagine it as something high in the sky, far away, something that has to descend. It is really inside you, in your heart. When the mind rests in its source, grace rushes forth, sprouting as from a spring within you.

By constantly keep one’s attention on the Source, the ego is dissolved in that Source like a salt-doll in the sea.

The solution to your problem is to see who has it.

By whatever path you go, you will have to lose yourself in the one. Surrender is complete only when you reach the stage `Thou art all’ and `Thy will be done’.

That alone is Real which exists by itself, which reveals itself by itself and which is eternal and unchanging.

Peace is your natural state. It is the mind that obstructs the natural state.

The explorers seek happiness in finding curiosities, discovering new lands and undergoing risks in adventures. They are thrilling. But where is pleasure found? Only within. Pleasure is not to be sought in the external world.

Meditation applies the brakes to the mind.

The mind is only a bundle of thoughts. The thoughts have their root in the I-thought. Whoever investigates the True “I” enjoys the stillness of bliss.

Even the structure of the atom has been found by the mind.

Silence is also conversation.

Even the structure of the atom has been found by the mind. Therefore the mind is subtler than the atom. That which is behind the mind, namely the individual soul, is subtler than the mind.

If you go the way of your thoughts you will be carried away by them and you will find yourself in an endless maze.

Without seeing the origin of light, the true form of one’s Self, the ordinary man sees by the mind different things and is deluded.

Doubts arise because of an absence of surrender.

Realisation is nothing new to be acquired. It is already there, but obstructed by a screen of thoughts. All our attempts are directed to lifting this screen and then realisation is revealed.

This visible world is a trace of that invisible one and the former follows the latter like a shadow.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Whether one traces his Americanism back three centuries to the Mayflower, or three years to the steerage, is not half so important as whether his Americanism of today is real and genuine. No matter by what various crafts we came here, we are all now in the same boat.

Be careful who you call your friends. I’d rather have four quarters than one hundred pennies.

There is one thing we can do better than anyone else: we can be ourselves.

Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.

Who cares if one more light goes out?

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.